Grim Reaper

My flesh, I’ve longed to disintegrate
To crumble myself, reshuffle my thoughts
To reset the program unconsciously

Social conformity is my worst sin
Why let them take the chance
To treat me as they are?

My existence is too close to end
The mortality is a key to future
Wherein I’m the only one breathing

I used to force myself, destroy myself
Just trying to please them, be like them
While being aware they’re just plain idiots

If ever can I leave this place
Mass suicide is my final solution
‘Cause I’m over them, ruling them

Blame it on your gods, your laws
By making you imbecile lameducks
While ignoring you’ll die anytime

Now you’ll learn I’m the beholder
Final ruler of destiny, my hands
Holding your salvation and mortification